re-cap
so, yesterday i really had no time to post -- sorry, TIMMY! , for making you wait to hear the RW McQuarters story.
where to begin .... hmmmm, well we went to OKC for a wedding and my friend Barbie's birthday. (no, that's not her name - but she looks like one, so the blog nickname fits.) she has been a friend of mine for several years and is really a lovely human being. she lives in dallas now, so meeting in OKC is about halfway, and a good idea since we don't really know a lot of people there and can let loose a bit. we ate dinner at mickey mantle's restaurant, and i was quite surprised at the clientele there. there were people in suits, and people in teva sandals and t-shirts. WTF? it is a nice restaurant, everything is served a la carte, and it's quite pricey - yet there are people there in teva's?? weird. anyway, this picture was taken there, and as you can see - she is really tan and i am not:
anway, we went to skyy bar, a dance club in the heart of bricktown and ended up having a really good time. the DJ is a friend of ours and really, is the best DJ around. we danced pretty much all evening, and i even had some sort of a dance off a la "save the last dance" with some random guy. see?
he just looks really confused in this picture, but i swear he was dancing. see?
:)
anyway, after we had been there for a while - i notice this tall, big, gorgeous black man making his way through the crowd. being a sports lover, i know that RW McQuarters lives in Tulsa during the off-season. i have seen him out before, and even met him a time or two. (for those of you who live in LA *cough* pisser *cough* - it's really cool to see any kind of celebrity here in OK.) so, i grab my camera and head on over to where he is. i know he won't mind, even if he doesn't want to take a picture because i am redheaded and i have a big a$$. we've discussed this before - all men who are not white love me. so, i walk on up to him and snap a picture with him. he smiles, and says- "a'ight, but you owe me a dance for that later." i go back to the table, so proud of conquering my quest, and get back to dancing. later, Mr McQuarters comes over to the table with a goose and tonic, squeeze of lime. how'd he know what i was drinking?? he asked my bartender. smooth operator. so, we chat for a bit, and i get back to my birthday girls with promises to dance later. he finds me, we dance, blah blah. at the end of the night, he wants to put his cell number in mine, and i'm thinking SCORE! this pro-athlete wants to hang with the redhead. WOOT! so, he gives me his number, area code 619 something. i have no idea what the area code is in chi-town, so i think nothing of it. i call on the way home and say we're heading back to the hotel. we (the girls and i) go back to the hotel and play for a while, then i pass out. i got a message the next day that was pretty funny - something about how not cool it was to just not answer my phone.
i get home, he calls again and says he'd love to see me sometime. i hop online to check his picture out on the bear's website and about lose it because i'm laughing so hard. here is a picture of RW McQuarters:
here is a picture of guy i THOUGHT was RW all night long:
ummmm, maybe next time i shouldn't drink so much.
happy wednesday.
to view the rest of the weekend pictures click here.
where to begin .... hmmmm, well we went to OKC for a wedding and my friend Barbie's birthday. (no, that's not her name - but she looks like one, so the blog nickname fits.) she has been a friend of mine for several years and is really a lovely human being. she lives in dallas now, so meeting in OKC is about halfway, and a good idea since we don't really know a lot of people there and can let loose a bit. we ate dinner at mickey mantle's restaurant, and i was quite surprised at the clientele there. there were people in suits, and people in teva sandals and t-shirts. WTF? it is a nice restaurant, everything is served a la carte, and it's quite pricey - yet there are people there in teva's?? weird. anyway, this picture was taken there, and as you can see - she is really tan and i am not:
anway, we went to skyy bar, a dance club in the heart of bricktown and ended up having a really good time. the DJ is a friend of ours and really, is the best DJ around. we danced pretty much all evening, and i even had some sort of a dance off a la "save the last dance" with some random guy. see?
he just looks really confused in this picture, but i swear he was dancing. see?
:)
anyway, after we had been there for a while - i notice this tall, big, gorgeous black man making his way through the crowd. being a sports lover, i know that RW McQuarters lives in Tulsa during the off-season. i have seen him out before, and even met him a time or two. (for those of you who live in LA *cough* pisser *cough* - it's really cool to see any kind of celebrity here in OK.) so, i grab my camera and head on over to where he is. i know he won't mind, even if he doesn't want to take a picture because i am redheaded and i have a big a$$. we've discussed this before - all men who are not white love me. so, i walk on up to him and snap a picture with him. he smiles, and says- "a'ight, but you owe me a dance for that later." i go back to the table, so proud of conquering my quest, and get back to dancing. later, Mr McQuarters comes over to the table with a goose and tonic, squeeze of lime. how'd he know what i was drinking?? he asked my bartender. smooth operator. so, we chat for a bit, and i get back to my birthday girls with promises to dance later. he finds me, we dance, blah blah. at the end of the night, he wants to put his cell number in mine, and i'm thinking SCORE! this pro-athlete wants to hang with the redhead. WOOT! so, he gives me his number, area code 619 something. i have no idea what the area code is in chi-town, so i think nothing of it. i call on the way home and say we're heading back to the hotel. we (the girls and i) go back to the hotel and play for a while, then i pass out. i got a message the next day that was pretty funny - something about how not cool it was to just not answer my phone.
i get home, he calls again and says he'd love to see me sometime. i hop online to check his picture out on the bear's website and about lose it because i'm laughing so hard. here is a picture of RW McQuarters:
here is a picture of guy i THOUGHT was RW all night long:
ummmm, maybe next time i shouldn't drink so much.
happy wednesday.
to view the rest of the weekend pictures click here.
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7:28 AM
